It Was the Middle of the Night, My Wife Screamed Bloody Murder, and It Was All My Fault

The volume of her voice pushed me off my feet, landing me flat on my back.

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1 Response to It Was the Middle of the Night, My Wife Screamed Bloody Murder, and It Was All My Fault

  1. Mary Schneider says:

    Holy crap. (No pun intended) LOL
    I used to dream that a threatening figure was standing over my bed as I slept. Sometimes I’d wake up and he was *still there.* it was a glitch in my brain and the image only lasted a few seconds before I was fully aware and knew I was alone. The shadows, my mind, and PTSD were playing havoc with my brain.

    All I’ve got is you’re lucky she didn’t respond with more than a scream. lol
    Glad you can laugh about it now. That’s too funny.
    Thanks for the giggles.

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